I evaded capture today with only a handful of dust to escape that Old Sandman Death.
Certainly, those maroon berries, so large & luscious, crowded on their fat stems had something to do with it as did the ground fog leaving its burrow as so many boll-weevils their crowded nests.
And there might be something to the fact the moonlight sat fat & confidant in the night sky as surely as my head rests on this pillow and the poem invites itself into my lair of thoughts, much as nestlings charge the entrance to the runway of a tree.
I walked flat out in an instance as standing urine held its own stench and the grim splash within the pond dead center in the wilderness underscores the tone of this warning.
One thought encapsulates wonder though suggestive evil hides leaden leaves buried in lake mud down the corner eaves of someone's fire hydrant mind. When you pray for someone an Angel sits on their shoulder, when that same someone hates you does that Angel die of grief?
Serendipity is a flower and those clouds re-arranging the breeze harbingers of forbidden things not so much like these boulders use hand-held scissors to open twilight and watch this fading light ebb forth tip-I-toe like a bird squeezed thru an opening in its cage.
More fragment of tree than serpent clothed in wet he mirrors me bedraggled in stone cloak or so it seems this cavernous ledge coven.
Is he witch's totem swimming at yard's length I can web reach him startling darts of rain cutting lagoon's edge this sedge & eel grass dragon.
These eyes of dolls seem leaden stones not canisters of the Faith but cannon-balls engraved in tome-like stares so much waxen shapes, these dust cloths & spidery webs.
Dolls with eyes stare lidless & forlorn such eyes are cracks minden shapes or basement eves hogans of the human form. I'm interested in the priapic silence of such dolls--their indolent aura in time one long amber twilight & the results are in the shadows have produced twins ...hazy silhouettes rough-housing in the dark, come passing headlights although the stampede of noises affects nought.
Ticker-tape & collage in quick thick barrage these lonesome dolls slouching half-pinned in their stalls-- a cat transcends crouching his spine then pelvic thrusts and tableaux change.
